Another free ice cream machine update.
I’ve been spending a lot of hours on jobsites recently, with corresponding 12+ hour days and/or being out of town. The last hotel I stayed at, I asked the desk clerk what I needed to get logged onto their WiFi network. “Luck,” she said.
She wasn’t kidding. Two days with only my iPhone for internet access. (I could make a Phillip Seymour Hoffman joke here, but I’m not that tasteless. Really. No, really.)
As a consequence, I’ve been reading more – not up to the levels I have maintained in the past, but more than I’ve managed over the previous few months. Over just the last week I finished Harvey Silverglate’s Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds Target the Innocent, Stephen Hunter’s The Third Bullet, and I blasted through Marko Kloos’ Lines of Departure Sunday and Monday. I read his short-story Lucky Thirteen at lunch today.
Now, at my wife’s insistence, I am starting Divergent, by Veronica Roth.
The stack on my headboard keeps getting taller.
And the tumbleweeds blow through this blog.